Move if you don't know why I'm here
I got one day off this week
I'm trying to chill and go to Brasil
Well, anywhere really
I come in swinging my sword gun and the whistle in hand
Don't buy into stereotypes
I got these digital vans with a hole in the toe
Man they keep me from being conceited too much
Figure this black man working the backhand
Used to have tea and a prayer with Pac-Man
Honorable only in mentions
Graduate satellite floating from Cincy
Putting off hours of rest on my quest
Got me looking like Cynthia's best
You not the homie you telling me stay where I'm at
Love and tragedy come in a set
Here for myself
Need an advance
I'm trying to break free of the way it goes
Needed more days
Attempting to fly
Keeping the path
Me and this world
I see the disguise
Waiting on a place you know
Waiting on a place to go
My signature decrees that nobody know me
Value propelling me through
The filmic society
The point and they laugh like they close to me
I'm only right here cause I'm supposed to be
Wondering what in the world do you have for me
They taking my hope like democracy
You won't find me believing again
If I have to wait for the gold
You keep your soul
Working the room till my batteries dead
I hold my stand with a paycheck in hand
Keeping my angle you'll see where I fold
But that's never
Like Marty, wassup and do better
My celebratory confession is inching me closer to sleeping through nights
Whoever said I was nice
Here for myself
Need an advance
I'm trying to break free of the way it goes
Needed more days
Attempting to fly
Keeping the path
Me and this world
I see the disguise
Waiting on a place you know
Waiting on a place to go